tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84991407967741574952024-03-14T01:47:52.584-04:00The Life and Times of Alida LewErinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00553799609294166290noreply@blogger.comBlogger93125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499140796774157495.post-83555144609676545772010-06-15T22:16:00.001-04:002010-06-15T22:16:58.252-04:00To Alida...From GranddadAlida, Granddad, and Baby Robins<br />Early in June 2010, the 3rd, specifically, the day after Alida became three years old, a very spring-like day was occurring at our home near East Greenville, PA. Alida and I, around 10 am, were headed toward our vegetable garden to take tour of the popular strawberry patch. The berries were plentiful that year, needing picking every day or so.<br />Our little saltbox-shaped barn was an allurement to Alida, so as I crossed the lawn heading toward the garden gate, Alida detoured and took the path less traveled, through the barn and down another path which also led to the garden. The garden was gated, as a certain Peter Rabbit all too often frequented “Mr. McGregor’s” Garden.<br />(Mr. McGregor is the Beatrix Potter gardener who put up with a naughty bunny named Peter. Alida loved to play “Mr. McGregor” in our home: She and I would take turns being the rabbit; we’d ‘find’ each other in the garden—the family room—and get chased out of the ‘garden’ with a make-believe rake made of simple Styrofoam. Great fun, it was. Mimi would get involved once in a while too, playing the part of Peter’s mommy, to whom the shooed rabbit would be sent at the end of Mr. McGregor’s rake. ‘Home’, and safety, for Peter Rabbit would be the plaid, reclining lounger in the living room.)<br />This day, however, wasn’t to be about rabbits. All of a sudden, I heard coming from the inside of the barn, “Grandad! Grandad! There’s a bird in here!” Quickly, I hurried to see what was the matter. Sure enough, Alida had come upon a baby robin, frantically flapping its wings in futile attempt to exit the barn through a paned window glass. Suddenly, from another direction, a second baby flew by our feet, past us both, at an altitude of only about two feet off the floor of the barn. Out the open doorway facing the garden went baby bird #2— experiencing flight and taking in its first view of the world outside the barn’s wooden walls. <br />What Alida had stumbled upon and witnessed was the very first flight of two of three baby robins that had just launched from their childhood nest, carefully fabricated by Mother Robin, just above that same door of the barn.<br /><br /><br />For weeks prior, Mother Robin would tend that nest, whether I entered the barn or not. Several times I can remember inadvertently surprising Mom by my unannounced sudden appearance (to get a rake, hoe, or something for use in the garden). Alarmed, she’d fly from the nest, but quickly to return when she got her motherly bearings! She’d at once perch just outside the door, making a squawking fuss in reprimand of me invading her family’s home. I got the message and would leave in short order.<br />Meanwhile, as baby-bird #2 flew the coop, baby-bird #1 was still frantic at the window. Not a good situation! Alida stepped back as I approached the flurry of wings and feathers in attempt to hand-catch the youngin’ to help solve the exit dilemma. Just as I made my reach, the youngster got his bearings and, as well as his kin, made low altitude exit out the doorway of the barn.<br />We’d both witnessed what most people never see. The babies couldn’t have been out of the nest (about eight feet above the floor) for more than a minute or two, if that.<br />The thought then dawned on me— what had become of the third-bird, that other little fellow of three I’d seen clamoring for food in the nest, incessantly, for the last several weeks?<br />Alida and I, both standing quietly for a moment, heard a faint “peep-peep-peep, peep-peep” sounding from the floor area in a far corner of the barn. I quickly motioned to Alida to come with me, and we both, slowly, approached baby-bird #3. This little peeper, as its siblings, had “flown the nest” as well, but somehow wound up in a dark corner, not at a window or the daylight visible at the barn’s doorway. With haste and two hands, I snatched up the now squawking, shrill-sounding, little one! Realizing the poor thing’s sense of peril and wanting to liberate it as quickly as possible, yet wanting Alida to experience a close-up touch, I quickly got her to touch this little one of God’s creation before it took flight, ne’re to return. She did! And smiled.<br />But at the same time, there was an unhappy, highly exasperated “Mother Robin”, looking me in the eye, from her vantage point about five feet away, on the floor, in the barn door opening. One unhappy, hair-standing-up, cackling, blusterous exhibition of anger was coming forth! I can remember wondering who was more noisy and upset; baby or mother! Turning to Alida, I quickly said, “We must let baby go!” As she watched, I gently tossed baby into the morning air, a foot or so above the floor. And<br /><br />as the rest of kin, off baby flew, on first flight, about fifty feet or so in total distance, finally landing in the nearby garden area.<br />All three would be off to experience that ‘first time’ thrill of newness of life, if birds can sense such things. . . Food would be their-own-for-the-getting now; Mother Robin’s nurture had passed into yesterday. So with their freedom came much responsibility.<br />Alida and I went on to the garden and picked strawberries. Mimi had been in town and, sadly, missed the whole event. Upon arriving home, we relayed the exciting story, all wondering if we’d see the three young-ones again.<br />Maybe we did; there were so many robins in the yard that year, at a distance they seemed to all blend together. The babies, even as early on as their day of first flight were, close up, distinguishable from Mother Robin— somewhat smaller. But possessing, even then, the same robin-red-breast as adults, at a distance differentiating between the two generations proved difficult. Instead of darker adult feathered wings, the youngsters yet possessed a muted black & white speckle; that, too, would quickly fade from youthful to adult plumage.<br />I wished them all well; frolic in freedom, little ones, in our square of God’s green earth here in Pennsylvania.<br />And so happened a special time; a time when the simplest things of life display the grandeur found in all of Creation, to the hearts of God’s children, big and small. In the life of the smaller child, as she matures, may a remembrance of Granddad and granddaughter, and baby birds, be precious and enduring.<br />A loving grandfather,<br />Granddad <br />June 8, 2010Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00553799609294166290noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499140796774157495.post-25842857409881813832009-12-16T21:27:00.002-05:002009-12-16T21:33:58.497-05:00If this doesn't make you smile.....then you are a true grinch!!!<br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwqbaPFrWy4liZF4Ebl9_mpPlP1pTtAsaWD4L469LplkCxYtDR2pWXD7Vw8-A1dUClu8JL0Af7efEVobV2XrQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00553799609294166290noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499140796774157495.post-5156017897418785772009-09-28T22:49:00.004-04:002009-10-06T08:39:54.133-04:00Summer Recap<div align="left">Oh geez! Is it really almost October??! Alida hasn't had the busiest summer but her parent's sure have! I think I misunderstood what it meant to be two years old. For some reason I thought I was waiting for this moment so that I could once again resume cleaning the house, cooking meals and running errands. My excuse for the last two years for a dirty house, an empty fridge and the ability to accomplish little or nothing at all is still going strong!!! </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="left">Alida is still into everything...no exceptions. She has most recently painted her face with butt paste, painted her toys/stool/play room carpet with purple paint, "washed" out a poopy diaper in the bathroom sink, soaped up her baby dolls because they looked dirty, emptied a brand new bottle of perfume onto her Mom-Mom's bed, etc, etc, etc. You just gotta love her! Oh...and I swear that I never leave this child alone for more than a few seconds. She's like lightning!! If she's quiet you know she's into something she shouldn't be. The only thing that keeps her attention and gets her to remain still for more than a second is "The Fresh Beat Band" (on Nick...The Backyardigans have taken a back seat to this hip hop band!).</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="left">She is still making us the proudest parent's that ever existed. Since her stroke diagnosis several months back she has been receiving OT and PT through Early Intervention. She has been improving a great deal!! She's motivated to use that left hand no matter the challenge. She's constantly reminding us to use both hands or to "try the other hand". She has been singing songs all summer long including "God Bless America" (a song I sang at the top of my lungs as a kid!). She enjoys singing "Happy Birthday" to whomever she is able to and if it's not currently someones birthday one of her dolls will be a fill-in. She has named each of her dolls....I constantly ask her their names, it's just so freakin' cute! There's baby Tara, baby Regan, baby Doll, baby Riley, baby Baby, baby Maddox and baby Beth. Of course some of the dolls came with names...but she remembers them without needing reminders.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="left">The little lady is currently passed out in her big girl bed. We had to switch over due to new climbing skills that daddy convinced Alida to start using to her advantage. So far...so good. She has not gotten out of the bed to date and still yells for mommy when she wakes. The only problem is that now mommy has to get up right away for fear the the first solo exit won't be the last! She's still cuddling with George (her favorite stuffed animal courtesy of Fran and Amy that she never lets out of her site) and her favorite blanket (a yellow and white star blanket that's fuzzy on one side and silky on the other). Sometimes we forget George and her blanket when we visit friends or family but she usually agrees that it's important for George to get a night out once in a while. I also figured out how to get the girl to brush her teeth without a fight!!! Did anyone ever hear of the cavity monster?! Works like a charm!</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="left">I had plans to do something fun and exciting several times this summer....my plan didn't work out so well. Alida was able to visit the beach once and she got to check out Sesame Place as well. She spent most of the summer swimming in Aunt Joan's pool so she was able to show us her swimming abilities by the end of the summer. I refrained from tossing her into the pool as I am told my mother once did when I was a small child. The excitement of watching her swim around the pool on her own (with the help of the arm floaties) would have been tainted had I forced her to suck water up her nose and fear for her life to get her to do it!! I still love you mom!! HAHA!</div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386724923051987778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/SsF9xwVB00I/AAAAAAAAAzg/1fWv8nhZwCY/s320/095.JPG" border="0" /><br />Alida has been spending some extra QT with daddy recently. I've been accepted to a weekend nursing program and have been spending Saturdays and Sundays in class so Alida has finally gotten the chance to bond with her pops. I know that she will one day appreciate this chance even though when I call during break time she always says "mommy, come over. I'm crying for you mommy!" She surely knows how to pull on my heartstrings!!!<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386724917884425650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/SsF9xdE_FbI/AAAAAAAAAzY/VgH9z1e-M3s/s320/040.JPG" border="0" /><br />Enjoying the boardwalk with her beau Noah!<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386724908418813730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/SsF9w50NTyI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/XtHLAoMdQK8/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="left">Digging in OC, NJ for the day.<br /><br /></p><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386724937242783554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/SsF9ylMYL0I/AAAAAAAAAzw/uG8R5pRF2kk/s320/161.JPG" border="0" />Sharing her lolly with Mason and Livvy at Sesame....she does share it eventually, I promise!<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386724935569343554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/SsF9ye9ZhEI/AAAAAAAAAzo/pQvIa0-ZtN0/s320/138.JPG" border="0" />Attempting to get away from Bert and Ernie...she still regrets not giving them a high five and hasn't forgiven herself for causing them to cry.Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00553799609294166290noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499140796774157495.post-83096872208875733332009-07-06T21:09:00.006-04:002009-07-06T21:32:15.295-04:00June and Beyond<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/SlKkzbu5d2I/AAAAAAAAAyw/sKQJCvFiyZE/s1600-h/CIMG0786.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355524110421686114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/SlKkzbu5d2I/AAAAAAAAAyw/sKQJCvFiyZE/s320/CIMG0786.JPG" border="0" /></a> Alida is now officially 2 years old!! So sad...and so happy at the same time. She has been keeping us more than busy this past month. The girl does not sit still, well, except for the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">occasional</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Backyardigans</span> episode. She is talking up a storm and has reached the point where she says some pretty funny things. She has been reading some of her book so well that it amazes me...she opened "oh the places you'll go" the other night and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">turned</span> to this page saying "look mommy..lurch, bump and slump" and it was the right page! She can read 'Hungry Caterpillar' from front to back leaving out all the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">insignificant</span> words of course. She currently takes her stuffed monkey, Curious George, with her everywhere (thanks Fran and Amy!!). She loves him. There's a monkey at Mom-Mom's house too and he wears a Hawaiian shirt so we named him Charlie and unlike George who lives in the jungle Charlie lives on the beach (lucky Charlie!!). She loves her baby dolls too but not as much as her <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Backyardigans</span> buddies. She's always propping one of them up and singing "happy birthday" at the top of her lungs to one of them. She also sends her stuffed friends to time out when they are naughty which seems to be quite a lot! She'll sit them on a stool in front of the fireplace and yell 'sit there, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">naughty</span>, don't move, don't touch toys, don't talk, don't fall'. The poor things <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">just</span> can't seem to stop themselves from falling over so they have to be fixed and yelled at again and again. It makes me wonder...do we really act like that?!<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355524115928823842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/SlKkzwP5uCI/AAAAAAAAAy4/6Gwj5vl5Hiw/s320/CIMG0840.JPG" border="0" /> <div></div><div>The other day Matt, Alida and I met my mom for breakfast at a diner. The waitress had left money on the table from a previous customer. I gave the money to Alida and told her to give it to the waitress. She hands it over and as the waitress walks aways she yells "put it in your piggy bank"!! TOO freaking cute!!!<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355524121202461666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/SlKk0D5PC-I/AAAAAAAAAzA/wzCbaXxIa-s/s320/CIMG0787.JPG" border="0" />Happy Birthday Lil' Lida Lew Love!!!</div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355524127452582946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/SlKk0bLYVCI/AAAAAAAAAzI/bgtMtW7NTXo/s320/CIMG0793.JPG" border="0" /></div>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00553799609294166290noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499140796774157495.post-46756795009951003642009-05-30T13:55:00.002-04:002009-05-30T14:02:37.508-04:00I Love my mommy....<div><div><div>I remember the days when Alida wanted nothing to do with me. I could simply hand her over to a complete stranger and she could have cared less. I imagined the day that she would cry when I left for work....when she would run to me with crocodile tears not wanting me to leave her....when I would hear her sweet little voice cry out "I want mommy". What in the world was I thinking??!!! Well....that day is sort of here. And by sort of I mean at bedtime and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">morning time</span>. UGH! The only two times of the day where I liked to take turns with Matt....the only times of the day when I can really sit back and relax or get a little extra shuteye. Be careful what you wish for!!! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">HAHA</span>!!!</div><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341678820617432594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/SiF0lf8hLhI/AAAAAAAAAyo/opdSXg-ZXpQ/s320/CIMG0710.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341678812435808338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/SiF0lBd3gFI/AAAAAAAAAyg/_TpuR7Km8zQ/s320/CIMG0662.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341678803651783602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/SiF0kgvl67I/AAAAAAAAAyY/Rr1TiH6NeWc/s320/CIMG0697.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div></div></div></div>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00553799609294166290noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499140796774157495.post-21266472021017790142009-04-10T15:20:00.007-04:002009-04-10T15:38:32.303-04:00Some of our Favorite PeopleWe would love more than anything to have more time in our lives to visit with family and friends. Luckily we had some opportunities to visit with some of our favorite people!<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/Sd-diQCZITI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/UC_K59KzxUA/s1600-h/CIMG0532.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323146496321331506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/Sd-diQCZITI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/UC_K59KzxUA/s320/CIMG0532.JPG" border="0" /></a> Alida loves Baby the Bunny. My girlfriend's mom owns this bunny and it's just like a dog! Roams around the house and takes naps on the couch!!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/Sd-diEMwoHI/AAAAAAAAAyI/XLNiR6V_NlI/s1600-h/CIMG0526.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323146493143588978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/Sd-diEMwoHI/AAAAAAAAAyI/XLNiR6V_NlI/s320/CIMG0526.JPG" border="0" /></a> Baby Maddox and his momma! My girlfriend Jen does not know what she's in for!! Alida is dying to have a little friend that she can play with in the area and it looks like Baby Maddox might have to fill that spot! Alida talks about him constantly...everything is Baby Maddox. She even calls him on the phone!!<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/Sd-diEIebPI/AAAAAAAAAyA/6lvWq9LrRJY/s1600-h/CIMG0520.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323146493125618930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/Sd-diEIebPI/AAAAAAAAAyA/6lvWq9LrRJY/s320/CIMG0520.JPG" border="0" /></a> <div></div>Even though Alida went binky-less as an infant she LOVES other kid's binkys. If it's missing Alida has it!<br /></div><div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/Sd-dhdJwn1I/AAAAAAAAAx4/7PG2rpl6Hp0/s1600-h/CIMG0516.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323146482662022994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/Sd-dhdJwn1I/AAAAAAAAAx4/7PG2rpl6Hp0/s320/CIMG0516.JPG" border="0" /></a> Enjoying a view that she used to love herself! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Ahh</span>, the baby days!!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/Sd-c6g5NiZI/AAAAAAAAAxw/UCnrcNObvQY/s1600-h/CIMG0509.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323145813651458450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/Sd-c6g5NiZI/AAAAAAAAAxw/UCnrcNObvQY/s320/CIMG0509.JPG" border="0" /></a> A visit to Ginny brings some of us closer together. Alida had a great time hanging with her cousins. She loves to run around them and play with their toys as they watch her. Look out Alida....they are mobile and they are boys....only time will tell!!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/Sd-c6kvREPI/AAAAAAAAAxo/KKwzYGzwp8E/s1600-h/CIMG0498.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323145814683488498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/Sd-c6kvREPI/AAAAAAAAAxo/KKwzYGzwp8E/s320/CIMG0498.JPG" border="0" /></a> Enjoying some pool time with Carter!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/Sd-c6e2qpMI/AAAAAAAAAxg/9Lr6P8GwKdQ/s1600-h/CIMG0486.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323145813103912130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/Sd-c6e2qpMI/AAAAAAAAAxg/9Lr6P8GwKdQ/s320/CIMG0486.JPG" border="0" /></a> Chowing on some puffs!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/Sd-c6P8ekBI/AAAAAAAAAxY/X0PtsnmT2FU/s1600-h/CIMG0483.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323145809101754386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/Sd-c6P8ekBI/AAAAAAAAAxY/X0PtsnmT2FU/s320/CIMG0483.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />It's Norah! Alida's favorite neighbor! They both like to shop at Target!!!! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">HEHE</span>!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/Sd-c52MYgTI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/LRYifRGjIdU/s1600-h/CIMG0481.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323145802189144370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/Sd-c52MYgTI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/LRYifRGjIdU/s320/CIMG0481.JPG" border="0" /></a> <div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00553799609294166290noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499140796774157495.post-67419474314376899812009-04-03T21:08:00.004-04:002009-04-03T21:16:49.557-04:00Too far behind...time to post-date!OK, there are a million things that I would like to post about. Alida has been so stinking cute lately and I have so many little stories to tell. I am way too far behind at this point and rather than post-dating all the bits and pieces I'm just going to shove them all together! Of course...I only have time to post this little ditty below as I need to get back to studying..UGH! Stay tuned....<br /><br /><br />Alida LOVES her ball pit! We've had the balls since Christmas but we had no pit. We gave up searching for something that would fit all the balls and wouldn't take up too much room in her playroom. We settled for a LARGE plastic bin...it works!<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320638176885087794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/Sda0O1-eHjI/AAAAAAAAAw4/uRoBChMKnxA/s320/CIMG0468.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320638171346892578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/Sda0OhWD9yI/AAAAAAAAAww/kk8tSyS-Wog/s320/CIMG0466.JPG" border="0" />Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00553799609294166290noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499140796774157495.post-5925465132826283752009-03-09T21:10:00.002-04:002009-03-09T21:19:30.360-04:00Visit to CHOPWell...I finally got an appointment with Dr. Finkel down at CHOP. Mom-Mom joined me for the visit. Alida did quite well I must say. It was the morning of the snow storm so driving was not ideal but I didn't want to risk rescheduling and having to wait another month or more. We got to the office on time and then had to wait over an hour to see the Doc. Dr. Finkel was very thorough in his examination and once he weighed all the factors and checked Alida upside and down he gave us his opinion. Alida does not have a Brachial Plexus Injury as we had thought. The Doc said that her problem is one of two things...A. She has a developmental anomaly of the right lobe of her brain which controls the left arm OR B. She suffered a motor stroke while in utero or during delivery that was very mild. So....further investigation is needed to see if we can figure this out and Alida will be going back to CHOP for an MRI....yippee! UGH! I am not looking forward to it! Dr. Finkel reassured me that her condition is VERY mild and on a scale of 1 to 10 it is definitely a 1. The MRI results might not tell us anything since it is so mild. The best Dx would be a stroke....there is 100% recovery and the likely hood of it happening again is rare. So....we shall see.......<br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311362341901744994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/SbW_6L5wu2I/AAAAAAAAAwo/TsyWkEy9w7E/s320/CIMG0439.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div></div>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00553799609294166290noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499140796774157495.post-23370457937307794042009-02-20T21:53:00.002-05:002009-02-20T21:57:46.817-05:00NO Cheesy Smile!!This morning Alida tried on her summertime gear! As soon as I showed her the swimsuits I had gotten she wanted to put them on. We played a little game of peek-a-boo and I got some GREAT pictures. It's so rare that I can capture a real smile!!!! I was ecstatic to get more than one! <br />Here's to warm weather!!<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/SZ9s_SWZtqI/AAAAAAAAAv4/PeGkjV6ma_k/s1600-h/4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305078720579090082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/SZ9s_SWZtqI/AAAAAAAAAv4/PeGkjV6ma_k/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/SZ9s_XOXT9I/AAAAAAAAAvw/F6fc88MCOpI/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305078721887555538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/SZ9s_XOXT9I/AAAAAAAAAvw/F6fc88MCOpI/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/SZ9s_P_AuhI/AAAAAAAAAvo/fWj-Kw2VH08/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305078719944112658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/SZ9s_P_AuhI/AAAAAAAAAvo/fWj-Kw2VH08/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div> </div></div></div>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00553799609294166290noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499140796774157495.post-29170771213966374702009-02-17T21:04:00.002-05:002009-02-17T21:17:43.664-05:00"Scared...Pablo"Matt and I recently took Alida to see her favorite cartoon character at The Crayola Factory...Pablo from The Backyardigans. I was so excited to see how she would react. She absolutely LOVES this guy! Well....sure enough she was scared. BOOHOO!! She wouldn't even stand with him to get a picture! From a distance she loved him but up close and personal was way different. Despite my disappointment I was still glad that she got to experience the visit, even if it wasn't ideal. The entire ride home (and for the next few weeks) she chanted the words "Scared Pablo" over and over. She still loves him though!!<br /><div align="left">By the way...I am crossing my fingers that one of these days...when I ask Alida to 'smile' she won't give me the cheesy toddler grin that she just hasn't been able to shake yet. One of these days!</div><div align="left"><br />Waiting for Pablo...<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303953941263480322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/SZtuAg4K9gI/AAAAAAAAAvI/THBw87FJHpM/s320/CIMG0407.JPG" border="0" /></div><div> </div><div>He's here.....</div><div><br /> </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303953941375548818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/SZtuAhS4_ZI/AAAAAAAAAvA/uGjdKDIY-R4/s320/CIMG0405.JPG" border="0" /><br />Scared Pablo!!<br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303953938787549874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/SZtuAXp3QrI/AAAAAAAAAu4/JwTyc__eAVY/s320/CIMG0404.JPG" border="0" /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303953935843209506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/SZtuAMr4MSI/AAAAAAAAAuw/Yq3wA1zgvv0/s320/CIMG0403.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p>The world's largest crayon and the world's cheesiest toddler grin...</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303954666985462354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/SZtuqwZxmlI/AAAAAAAAAvg/1hEl2nZycuc/s320/CIMG0393.JPG" border="0" /></p><p>Another cheesy grin! Man, I gotta stop asking her to smile!!!</p><p> </p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303954661457268114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/SZtuqbzwDZI/AAAAAAAAAvY/_ALD-9PDnDg/s320/CIMG0398.JPG" border="0" />OK....so, it's my fault. I know what she does when I ask but I still do it!!!!</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303954659335068178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/SZtuqT5x2hI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/bIolIAOtI3c/s320/CIMG0413.JPG" border="0" /></p>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00553799609294166290noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499140796774157495.post-35598428478115015352009-02-12T19:45:00.002-05:002009-02-12T19:49:56.291-05:00Erb's PalsyLong story short....I had Early Intervention out to see Alida recently...I was still concerned about her left hand. As soon as they got here and engaged her in some play they told me that they think she has <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Brachial</span> Plexus Palsy. The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Brachial</span> Plexus is nerve that runs from your spinal cord into the neck that controls sensations and movement in the arm, hand and fingers. A lot of times when babies are assisted deliveries (forceps or <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">vacuum</span>) the neck can be stretched too far from the shoulder pulling on this muscle causing damage. The damage is usually severe and in Alida's case it is very mild...thank goodness. So...Miss Alida now has her own Occupational Therapist that visits weekly to strengthen the muscles and the nerve signals in that arm, hand and fingers. She enjoys the playtime!! I plan to take her down to CHOP to see a specialist...if I can ever get an appointment!!Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00553799609294166290noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499140796774157495.post-45682058401955238472009-01-25T21:01:00.002-05:002009-01-25T21:06:10.662-05:00Jabber-JawAlida is talking up a storm!!! I am amazed at the words she knows and remembers to use in context! At least...once I figure out what the word is that she's actually saying!! In all seriousness though she is doing incredibly well with talking. She labels everything she sees and repeats anything that you could think of saying....time to watch our mouths!! She loves to do puzzles and go through flashcards....and she's even started helping me when I read to her!! She downright amazes me!!Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00553799609294166290noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499140796774157495.post-77657509176220258682008-12-26T01:04:00.008-05:002009-01-04T21:25:50.510-05:00Current Top Ten<div>In no particular order....<br /><br /><br />1. The Backyardigans...especially Pablo (the little blue guy in the stroller).<br /></div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287262185913522082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/SWAg8em7F6I/AAAAAAAAAtM/lvAq6-2qapg/s320/IMG_2601.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br />2. Mommy...poor Daddy is always last in line for Alida's affection. Sorry Matt! Your time will come...no doubt when she's 15 and "hates" her mama! </p><br /><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287626345769786082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/SWFsJXya2uI/AAAAAAAAAtk/IYuzTr_ChmQ/s320/CIMG0280.JPG" border="0" /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287628644706778194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/SWFuPL_tfFI/AAAAAAAAAt8/puKojaXcoko/s320/CIMG0282.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><p><br />3. Bath time! She sometimes asks for one...and she always says "hi" (see below) when asked if she'd like one. She pronounces it BAAAhhh and sticks her tongue out for the "th". </p><br /><p><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287626357667136018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/SWFsKEG-AhI/AAAAAAAAAt0/R24CkK18n64/s320/CIMG0139.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br />4. Noodles....gotta love those Carbs!! She now asks for them at meals...odles...it took me a while to figure out what she was asking for!<br /><br /><br /><br />5. Saying "hi" when answering "yes". I have tried over and over and over to correct her when saying yes but she insists on saying hi....I just don't get it!<br /><br /><br /><br />6. Pictures of family and friends....she loves to point people out! She may not always be able to say the names but if you put her in front of a picture of some people and tell her who they are she can then point to each person when asked. The girl has got a great memory!<br /><br /><br />7. Labeling objects as to who they belong to or who they came from. If it belongs to mommy it is called "mommy's", if it's daddy's then we call it "daddy's", if it's Alida's then we call it "aye-aye's" (not sure why she pronounces her name so strangely!). At bedtime I cover her up with a blanket that Mimi made so her last words at night are "Mimi's" and when I put her coat on that Aunt Nine and Uncle Dave bought her it always "Nine's". She brought some lipstick to me the other day and said "Mimi's"....it was my lipstick but I don't really wear it, Mimi wears lipstick a lot though!!<br /><br /><br />8. Her phone (and anyone else's phone for that matter) aka Doan!! She loves, loves, loves to talk on the phone. She will use a remote (which we call Daddy's), or a calculator or anything that resembles a phone if her baby cell isn't handy. She has gotten the "hi" and "bye-bye" down pat.<br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287626350442520418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/SWFsJpMfH2I/AAAAAAAAAts/Ta_pPLdR6lI/s320/CIMG0246.JPG" border="0" /><br />9. Cheese. She Loves, Loves, Loves cheese! She will ask for it while driving and for snack. Anytime we open the fridge she tries to open the top drawer and yells CHEESE!<br /><br /><br />10. Baby dolls. We weren't aware of this intense interest until Christmas where she received her first real baby doll and a baby stroller, pack 'n' play, baby swing/high chair and shopping cart. She will spend hours putting the baby to bed or pushing the baby through the house. It's so cute to watch!! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287262015695597522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/SWAgykfzr9I/AAAAAAAAAtE/xZTA-65pEhM/s320/IMG_2598.JPG" border="0" /></div>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00553799609294166290noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499140796774157495.post-78668397557079021792008-12-24T16:57:00.002-05:002008-12-24T17:00:48.170-05:00Merry Christmas!!I have so many things that I want to share but absolutely no time to do it in!!! Boo!!! I had to post a Christmas Blog with Alida on Santa's lap. She ABSOLUTELY adored him!!!!!<br /><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283479772236536978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/SVKw3Boe3JI/AAAAAAAAAs8/BVR_A_ao3eQ/s320/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /></div><br />Until next time.....Merry Christmas to Everyone!!!!Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00553799609294166290noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499140796774157495.post-54890124577418116972008-11-22T13:37:00.001-05:002008-11-22T13:39:00.879-05:00Is it snowing yet?<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/SShRfKjeV3I/AAAAAAAAAhU/eeBJ4voiR94/s1600-h/IMG_2476.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271552959688103794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/SShRfKjeV3I/AAAAAAAAAhU/eeBJ4voiR94/s320/IMG_2476.JPG" border="0" /></a> Getting ready for cold weather! I am sooo excited to see what Alida thinks of the snow this year. Time to build a snowman!! YAY!! <br /><br /></div>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00553799609294166290noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499140796774157495.post-76511710583557939472008-11-22T13:32:00.002-05:002008-11-22T13:36:51.984-05:00Overdue Halloween Shots<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/SShQm1Cdf6I/AAAAAAAAAhM/a9jzsbVvjlI/s1600-h/IMG_2501.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271551991839817634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/SShQm1Cdf6I/AAAAAAAAAhM/a9jzsbVvjlI/s320/IMG_2501.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"> Olivia, Alida and Mason...Alida HATED Mason's mask. She screamed and grabbed Gina faster than you can imagine!!</div><div align="center"><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/SShQmz9I9JI/AAAAAAAAAhE/9dW9VDOZrvk/s1600-h/IMG_2502.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271551991549064338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/SShQmz9I9JI/AAAAAAAAAhE/9dW9VDOZrvk/s320/IMG_2502.JPG" border="0" /></a> The cutest little fairy princess and lady bug EVER!!<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/SShQmtrvxgI/AAAAAAAAAg8/mL5l810q6nw/s1600-h/IMG_2498.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271551989865498114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/SShQmtrvxgI/AAAAAAAAAg8/mL5l810q6nw/s320/IMG_2498.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Alida with Mason...what a scary skeleton!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/SShQmRld2QI/AAAAAAAAAg0/lYKLHzriPrQ/s1600-h/IMG_2494.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271551982322964738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/SShQmRld2QI/AAAAAAAAAg0/lYKLHzriPrQ/s320/IMG_2494.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Proud Papa with his little bug!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/SShQlwdUPDI/AAAAAAAAAgs/GaREOv7vF1E/s1600-h/IMG_2491.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271551973430410290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/SShQlwdUPDI/AAAAAAAAAgs/GaREOv7vF1E/s320/IMG_2491.JPG" border="0" /></a> Rear view of the most precious little wings you could ever see!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div><br /></div></div>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00553799609294166290noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499140796774157495.post-48998095556519144722008-11-02T21:56:00.002-05:002008-11-02T21:59:44.861-05:00Fun at the Park<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/SQ5oxF2mQQI/AAAAAAAAAgk/rqEm3JkIHDQ/s1600-h/IMG_2404.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264260207036743938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/SQ5oxF2mQQI/AAAAAAAAAgk/rqEm3JkIHDQ/s320/IMG_2404.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/SQ5oxIw6hoI/AAAAAAAAAgc/EJRBo25CaFo/s1600-h/IMG_2396.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264260207818212994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/SQ5oxIw6hoI/AAAAAAAAAgc/EJRBo25CaFo/s320/IMG_2396.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/SQ5owqafZ1I/AAAAAAAAAgU/NX1Pc93ueqc/s1600-h/IMG_2398.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264260199671097170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/SQ5owqafZ1I/AAAAAAAAAgU/NX1Pc93ueqc/s320/IMG_2398.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>Fun at the park with Mommy and Daddy! This girl does not stop...she is the Energizer Bunny!! She loves the swing and the slides...it's so fun to watch her in action!</div></div></div>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00553799609294166290noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499140796774157495.post-55170272541953781822008-10-31T22:26:00.004-04:002008-11-01T09:24:54.218-04:00Growing Vocabulary....Alida is starting to really talk! SOOOO much fun!! I took a short video of some of the words she's been saying....check it out!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dx8EJKpFRIt1lQp-gf7Wy--TNEjGq2D6j8JEsYdK6Qp2Wnz4B4pzjrcFSJWug3wR3m215n3Excw-cUSTKBrew' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00553799609294166290noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499140796774157495.post-64040955622588526362008-10-12T20:18:00.002-04:002008-10-12T20:24:37.260-04:00Inappropriate Behavior...<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/SPKUY5IFA_I/AAAAAAAAAfs/78peMQLcv3o/s1600-h/IMG_2297.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256426870467265522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/SPKUY5IFA_I/AAAAAAAAAfs/78peMQLcv3o/s320/IMG_2297.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/SPKUZPTFoFI/AAAAAAAAAf0/2nXjXrCF8kg/s1600-h/IMG_2292.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256426876419022930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/SPKUZPTFoFI/AAAAAAAAAf0/2nXjXrCF8kg/s320/IMG_2292.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/SPKUZC3I34I/AAAAAAAAAf8/CJTT4Z84Fg8/s1600-h/IMG_2299.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256426873080569730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/SPKUZC3I34I/AAAAAAAAAf8/CJTT4Z84Fg8/s320/IMG_2299.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/SPKUZBqXFtI/AAAAAAAAAgE/SgtNjJmBd40/s1600-h/WCU_Gals_Up_Close.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256426872758539986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/SPKUZBqXFtI/AAAAAAAAAgE/SgtNjJmBd40/s320/WCU_Gals_Up_Close.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />A few weeks ago...maybe it's been a month or even more...anyway, us college gals got together to reminisce about the old days. We decided it was time to teach our daughter's what college was all about. Some people spend all their time boozin' (Alida) and some people work their butts off (Ashley). HA! I'm sure that letting children play with beer cans is somewhat inappropriate...it's pretty funny though.<br /><br />NOTE: No children drank or even tasted beer in the making of these photos.Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00553799609294166290noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499140796774157495.post-63080682709423683012008-10-04T20:25:00.005-04:002008-10-04T20:56:00.413-04:004 posts in 1!!Changes...<br />Like usual, time is flying by and the things that should be done get passed by and neglected...like cleaning, sleeping, laundry, the list goes on and on! Recently, I left my job at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">THP</span> to become a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">TSS</span> worker. For the most part I will be working with autistic children. I am excited for the change of pace....the work will be similar to what I have done in the past...back to my roots. The new job will allow for more flexibility with school which I will need when I eventually start the Nursing Program. It will also allow me more time to study and to be with Alida....Matt is hoping that it will also allow for more cleaning and cooking!! Leaving <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">THP</span> was bittersweet....after almost 5 years it becomes more than a job....it's like a second home. I already miss the people I worked with...I hope we keep in touch!!<br /><div><br />15 Months Stats...</div><div>Alida had her 15 month doctor's appointment the other night. She now weighs in at 20 lbs and 10 oz (a little less than I thought - only 10<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">th</span> percentile). She was about 30 1/2 inches tall (50<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">th</span> percentile). And her head still measured on the large end...I forget the measurement but it was 75<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">th</span> percentile. The doctor was very happy with Alida's growth and progress. Even though she isn't talking much she was happy that she could do some sign language. I recently taught her to say "please", "thank you" and "cold". I have heard that teaching signs can delay them in speech...I hope that's not the case. I can't wait for her to start talking.....it's so frustrating to not be able to understand her sometimes!!</div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253462847020555058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/SOgMoBVfWzI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1M2z4RmrIp8/s320/IMG_2387.JPG" border="0" /> <div>Down on the farm....</div><div>As most of you may know (or not)...Matt's parent's are planning an organic garden for next year. It sounds amazing! Everything you can think of will be planted! We are going to be eating healthy next summer for sure!!! Alida is enjoying the "farm" already.....</div><br /><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253463885655201410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/SOgNkejSVoI/AAAAAAAAAd0/MZjtPfkNzWE/s320/IMG_2333.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253463898162077826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/SOgNlNJKIII/AAAAAAAAAeU/AY3lVGyMgRg/s320/IMG_2345.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253463897849043266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/SOgNlL-hmUI/AAAAAAAAAeM/moTPz4RXx_I/s320/IMG_2355.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253463891779479202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/SOgNk1XbZqI/AAAAAAAAAeE/vG_2IHwiBc8/s320/IMG_2339.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253463894483130482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/SOgNk_cB2HI/AAAAAAAAAd8/TebzhP_x-Dk/s320/IMG_2335.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><div>Family Time...</div><div>It's always nice to spend some relaxing QT with family. A few weeks ago we visited for the day. Alida was thrilled to hang with her cousin's for a short time. It's fun to watch them interact (even if it is just a little bit)! Some day soon they will be off playing with each other and want nothing to do with the rest of us! </div><br /><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253462850147444482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/SOgMoM-_5wI/AAAAAAAAAdc/oC638EJxKmw/s320/IMG_2382.JPG" border="0" /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253464362540790002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/SOgOAPFq8PI/AAAAAAAAAec/9FZ56DvvGZ8/s320/IMG_2366.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253464360916755970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/SOgOAJCeJgI/AAAAAAAAAes/IS3JDX-jgh4/s320/IMG_2374.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><div>The Beach...</div><div>We just spent a few days at the beach with Mom-Mom. It was nice to get away for a little while. Alida <strong>loved</strong> the sand and enjoyed feeding the birds. We took some old cereal and bread to the beach for the gulls....she was holding a piece in her hand and a bird came up and snatched it! Alida didn't seem to mind but it scared Mommy!! She ate the sand a lot less than last time...but she still puts everything in her mouth....pebbles, sea shells, trash!! When does it end?! </div>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00553799609294166290noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499140796774157495.post-51393547863013881122008-09-14T14:05:00.003-04:002008-09-14T14:15:34.549-04:00Smart CookieOK…so, this may not be amazing to some of you...I am not entirely unaware of the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">phenomenon</span> known as "my baby is an amazing genius" aka "parent pride".....but Matt and I were in utter disbelief when the following scenario occurred. First...here is some quick background info…..I just bought the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Wii</span> Fit (a gift from my mom for my 30<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">th</span> - it's a little early but I was never taught patience when I was little! HA!) and it came with 4 additional “feet” to put on the bottom of the board in case you have a thick carpet. They are these little, round plastic discs. Anyway, Alida liked them so much that she decided to take them and put them in the playroom and add them to her toy collection (along with the cinnamon from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">the spice</span> rack and the Pam Spray from the pantry!!). I found them two nights ago but <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">couldn</span>’t find the fourth one to complete the set. I placed the three <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">that</span> I found in the living room….Alida discovered them again the other night and brought them to me as I was relaxing on the couch watching TV with Matt. This is what happened next:<br /><br />“<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Onny</span> mama <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">monmon</span> nah bop.” (Alida hands the three discs to me)<br />“Thank you Alida. There’s one more and mommy can’t find it. Can you go into your playroom and find it for mommy?” (Me)<br />“<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Unh</span>– <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">huhh</span>.” (Alida)<br />She proceeds to go into her playroom as Matt and I stay in the living room.<br />“There’s no way she’s going to find it and bring it to you.” (Matt)<br />“I know…I’m just playing around.” (Me)<br />Alida re-enters the room with the fourth disc in hand. Looks of disbelief appear on the faces of mommy and daddy. <br />“Did that just happen?” (Me)<br />“I think it did…” (Matt)<br />“I feel like I should call someone to tell them what just happened.” (Me)<br />“Go ahead….call your mom” (Matt)<br /><br />This was one of the craziest things that Alida has done. How the heck did she understand what I was saying?! And how the heck did she know where that disc was amongst all her other toys when I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">couldn</span>’t find it for the life of me!!!!!! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">OMG</span>!!Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00553799609294166290noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499140796774157495.post-56062405431670207472008-09-14T14:03:00.003-04:002008-09-14T14:05:08.005-04:00Smile for the camera!!<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/SM1SImP42aI/AAAAAAAAAc8/SbVKFvXurJI/s1600-h/IMG_2316.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245939448616114594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/SM1SImP42aI/AAAAAAAAAc8/SbVKFvXurJI/s320/IMG_2316.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/SM1SI9i__qI/AAAAAAAAAdE/2wH4YHwuDfg/s1600-h/IMG_2317.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245939454870290082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/SM1SI9i__qI/AAAAAAAAAdE/2wH4YHwuDfg/s320/IMG_2317.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>When asked to "smile" for the camera these are the expressions that I got! At least she was trying!!!! HAHA!!</div>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00553799609294166290noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499140796774157495.post-58249179020854068792008-09-09T19:53:00.007-04:002008-09-09T19:59:04.862-04:00Purses Galore<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/SMcNwtFnZkI/AAAAAAAAAcs/Grf3PbtV0rU/s1600-h/IMG_2221.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244175421484262978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/SMcNwtFnZkI/AAAAAAAAAcs/Grf3PbtV0rU/s320/IMG_2221.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/SMcM4aVfyZI/AAAAAAAAAcU/rqvVuQkld4A/s1600-h/IMG_2196.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244174454377925010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/SMcM4aVfyZI/AAAAAAAAAcU/rqvVuQkld4A/s320/IMG_2196.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/SMcM4lxTo3I/AAAAAAAAAcc/vDvq_WJ0qGw/s1600-h/IMG_2216.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244174457447359346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/SMcM4lxTo3I/AAAAAAAAAcc/vDvq_WJ0qGw/s320/IMG_2216.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/SMcM45HDP-I/AAAAAAAAAck/Uak2uJzxE54/s1600-h/IMG_2180.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244174462638833634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UBtwORtP4Y/SMcM45HDP-I/AAAAAAAAAck/Uak2uJzxE54/s320/IMG_2180.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Alida might just be a girly girl after all! Look out Daddy!! If you are wondering what's around her neck in the one pic it's a furry headband from a Halloween costume...for some reason she likes to wear it around her neck!</div>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00553799609294166290noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499140796774157495.post-48391770758144842652008-09-09T19:35:00.006-04:002008-09-09T20:01:55.234-04:00Introducing the next American Idol....Alida LOVES to sing (and dance)! It is the cutest thing. Often times when we take walks or when we are driving in the car you will hear this little hum in all different pitches coming from her. She tends to like the higher pitches the best and sometimes the song ends with her little screams…which Daddy is not too fond of. HA! Alida will also sing when asked….well, usually! Her current favorites are: <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Itsy</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Bitsy</span> Spider – where she puts her hands in the air simulating the spider crawling up the web, You are my Sunshine, If you’re happy and you know it – where she stomps her left foot and claps her hands on command, and Jesus loves the little children. She may just take after her mother and perform a wonderful rendition of “God Bless America” at the top of her lungs while standing on a dining room chair during a family get together someday!! :-) Let’s just hope she <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">doesn</span>’t get her father’s tone deafness!!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dz1BRk-fLF-MiZZNOdtTiNGJDQyZzf8Ef6QZHV7-JGrk3-Q7mx9sXQXzX6tGb8HB-nl2-bJ8_0Ku9nFiFWUEg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00553799609294166290noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499140796774157495.post-898663268522614302008-08-25T22:15:00.003-04:002008-08-25T22:20:20.724-04:00BEDTIME??The dreaded "I don't wanna go to bed" stage is fast approaching. The past few nights Alida has been difficult to put down. She is like the Energizer Bunny when it comes to bedtime. It's hard to know when it's really time for her to go down...she's so happy and plays so nicely! We keep trying for the 7:30 or 8:00 bedtime but the way things are ending up these past few nights we are lucky to get her down by 10 or 10:30!!! We are hoping this is a phase! It has to be!! How can anyone get anything accomplished with a one year old running around?? Did you ever try to clean a toilet with your baby at your heels? It ain't happenin'!Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00553799609294166290noreply@blogger.com0